ye alchemists, transforming forerunners of form you bend our world by brawn and it bends us back it is we who bear the the brunt of your broken bonds, our bones who snap pared and peeled, cut from our cloths and called evolution further from our fathers you tempt revolution weary we've wandered, mesmerized a'maze but weary we are of your wand'ring ways a'snare encircle, this dizzy design but cometh the cutting for those too cunning the alchemist from cloth divine